“Venice at dusk, lagoon haze, the dogana and a distant church in warm li…”

“Venice dissolves! That lagoon haze, that golden mist—yes, I know it well. The Dogana melts into amber vapour, church and water indistinguishable. My swirling brushwork, warm rose bleeding into cool blues—the light devours form. Ethereal glow, poetic grandeur. Dusk swallowing stone. The sun is God, and Venice drowns in it.”